The Exile
Why, tell me why, must I be alone,
Spirits almighty, why can't I have a home?
To each side I'm a traitor, forced to move on,
I know there is no hope, even at dawn.
All my life I have fought- born hitting,
But it's never enough- is life just kidding?
Neither life nor spirit ever answers me,
So when people scatter, I pretend not to see.
Thus I walk this path with my title, condemned,
I'm even hated by the ones I try to defend.
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The Moon, Sun and Ice Cream
PoesiaSo this is just a group of poems I put together. Some are really old, some I will write the day I post them. You're welcome to criticize my work, and give it to me straight. You're also just welcome to read. So, without further ado......
